Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 129 "See you in Tel Aviv"

November 9th, United States, New York.

As soon as Lu Lin got off the plane, he saw the United States' Foreign Minister, Clinton Ford, a handsome older man who came up to greet him and exchanged pleasantries with Prince Muhammad.

After getting into the car, Secretary Clinton revealed the news: "Musil seems to be preparing to make peace with Zion, although it is quite unseemly."

"This is truly unexpected," Lu Lin said, somewhat surprised.

“But it’s understandable,” Secretary Clinton said, opening a pack of special cigarettes. The three of them lit them in the car, and the secretary took a puff before continuing, “After all, for Masr, it’s a matter of life and death, so he has to leave himself a way out.”

"And what's the price?"

"Who knows?" Secretary Clinton shrugged. "But when it comes to costs, nothing is unbearable."

The group quickly arrived at the United Nations headquarters, and after a series of security checks and permits, finally reached the General Assembly Hall.

At 10 a.m., the United Nations General Assembly officially convened. As usual, the President delivered the opening address and the topics to be discussed at the General Assembly. However, anyone could see the helpless and complicated look in the old man's eyes.

"The United Nations, after discussion, has made the following arrangements for the emergency resolution concerning the immediate ceasefire and post-war order arrangements following the Fourth Middle East War."

What followed was a lengthy presentation, with the United Nations, as usual, setting the tone by prioritizing peace and stability.

First, the United Nations requires all belligerent parties to pass a resolution to achieve a comprehensive ceasefire and military disengagement;

Zion was required to withdraw from the ceasefire line prior to the Third Arab-Israeli War (March 1, 1387), withdraw its troops from Cairo and Damascus, and return the occupied territories.

It called on Arab oil-producing countries to lift the oil embargo against neutral countries, but supported sanctions against "countries that continue to provide military aid to Zion."
To Lu Lin's surprise, another resolution was related to Shuangzhi—the withdrawal from the occupied Al-Ilag lands and the United Nations' denial of Shuangzhi's legitimacy over Ghanam and the newly established "Nur" district.

He looked toward Al-Iraq's seat, where Cozonne, dressed in a suit, sat ramrod straight.

Lu Lin found it somewhat ridiculous. On one hand, the people of Ghanam did not recognize Al-Ilag, and on the other hand, the Ba'ath Party did not know how to approach Shuangzhi, so it had no choice but to let the United Nations speak for them.

If the people of Ghanam agree, things won't be so difficult.

He rolled his eyes, and some people really forgot who solved their Kurdish problems.

After stating the basic arguments, the leaders of various countries began to speak in turn.

As usual, Masr was the first to speak on the Arab side. President Dulewa stood up and said in a low voice: "Masr has always hoped to negotiate through diplomatic means. We believe in the fairness and justice of the United Nations and are willing to abide by the resolutions of the United Nations."

However, Zion trampled on our sincerity. In the early stages of the war, after crossing the Suez Canal, we did not choose to continue our advance but instead chose to sit down and negotiate. It was precisely because of Masr's foreign policy considerations that we were not afraid of war, nor were we daunted by it.

President Dulles was dressed entirely in black, from head to toe, which made him appear very solemn due to his darker complexion.

"Although things have come to this, we still support the UN resolution and hope that all member states will monitor the withdrawal of Zion's troops from Cairo and the return of the land in the Sinai Peninsula."

After saying these words, he plopped down on the floor, as if he had completed his task.

Commander Hafez of Surya then stood up and stated: "We also choose to abide by the UN resolution, but if Zion treats the UN agreement as worthless as it did last time, we will refuse to release the besieged 210th Division."

The Algerian representative said, "We choose to support the UN resolution."

Then came Al-Iraq, Lirvia, and other Arab countries, and even Hashem chose to support them.

While the latter was speaking, Lu Lin narrowed his eyes and memorized the image of King Setis.

"The Kingdom of Shuangzhi (full name) also agrees."

Prince Mohammed's speech signifies that all Arab countries are on the same side.

After all the countries had finished speaking, the UN President turned his gaze to Hilbert, who was seated, and asked, "So, representatives of Zion, do you agree to a ceasefire and to implement the UN resolution?"

"Zion has also agreed to a ceasefire, but we hope for a conditional ceasefire."

Prime Minister Hilbert's voice echoed through the General Assembly Hall, and the atmosphere suddenly turned cold. The UN President squinted and asked, "Then let everyone hear what your conditions are."

Hilbert slowly rose, straightened his suit, and addressed the hundreds of national representatives:
"First, please allow me to state a fact: this war was initiated by Arab countries. They chose to launch a surprise attack on the most sacred 'Day of Atonement' for the Zionites, with the aim of completely erasing Zion from the map of the Middle East."

Gentlemen, how can someone who acts in self-defense be treated as the perpetrator?

I remember that I was organizing the children's Yom Kippur prayers that day when the Arab airstrikes shattered the tranquility over Tel Aviv.

Hilbert turned to the Arab representative, slightly raising his chin, showing no fear on his face, and returned to continue:

"The international community always talks about 'land for peace,' but true peace requires institutional guarantees, not just geographical concessions."

"Our demands are simple: first, the immediate release of the besieged 210th Division; second, the end of the oil embargo and economic blockade against Zion; third, recognition of the legal status of the Church of Zion in Arab countries; and fourth, the signing of a non-aggression pact under international supervision." Hilbert's gaze was serious: "I don't think these are excessive demands. Or are some people simply unwilling to accept an equal neighbor to Zion?"

The room fell silent for a few seconds.

Seeing that no one spoke, President Duleva brought the microphone close to his mouth: "Then I would like to ask, if we accept Zion's conditions, is Zion willing to accept UN supervision and withdraw its troops from the occupied territories?"

“Of course,” Hilbert replied. “Zion is willing to return some land under the supervision of the United Nations, including the east bank of the Hashim River, most of northern Surya, and west of the Al-Ilag Euphrates River. In return, our 143rd and 166th Armored Divisions will withdraw from Cairo.”

Most of these lands have already broken away from Zion's control. Lu Lin saw that King Setis of Hashim changed his sitting posture and looked quite comfortable.

"What about the others?"

“Zion needs a buffer zone. We cannot allow the situation to repeat itself, where howitzers are directly deployed from the Golan Heights to bombard Zionary territory,” Hilbert concluded.

Representatives from the Arab side and other member states began their own discussions, but this price, which clearly lacked sincerity, was unlikely to gain the approval of most people.

About ten minutes later, Dullwa, speaking as the representative of the Arab side, said: "These demands are difficult for us to agree to."

“That is regrettable, my Arab friends,” Hilbert replied with feigned regret, his arrogance well concealed. “Zion has never desired war; we only want the most basic right to survival. But you all seem more eager to send troops to the battlefield than to negotiate.”

Looking at those angry faces, Hilbert felt a cold laugh and disdain.

Looking at the hesitant Arab countries, the representative of Seris shook his head: "In the end, this world still has to be decided by force."

“Yes, but luckily we finished it in advance.” His colleague looked complicated. “Otherwise, wouldn’t the Arab world today be just like Seris back then?”

The representative of Seris was lost in memories. Seris was in its prime, full of youthful vigor and vitality, and with their passion, they transformed the world.

But the Arab world today is full of decadent princes and nobles and short-sighted warlords and politicians; old, decaying wood can hardly produce new shoots.

"Then fight."

A young voice suddenly appeared in the hall, causing all the noise to fall silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the figure in Shuangzhi's seat.

"Then fight! Fight until you vomit up everything you've swallowed, fight until your tanks are scrap metal, fight until your pilots never dare to take off again, fight until your national flag turns to ashes in the flames of war!"

Prime Minister Hilbert was no exception. He stared at Lu Lin for a long time before saying, "You are Amir bin Mohammed bin Abdulaziz Al Saud?"

"Why are you calling me 'Dad'? I don't have a son as old as you."

Lu Lin spoke directly in Saxon, causing an uproar throughout the room, and even the UN President's hammer trembled.

The old man looked at him with a hint of reproach, even though everyone understood what he meant.

But this is way too rough!
Hilbert's face twitched slightly. He rarely had someone so bluntly insult him. He turned to the other representatives from various Arab countries, his words carrying a blatant threat: "So you all agree?"

Prince Muhammad's voice was steady and powerful: "He means the meaning of 'double will'."

President Duleva of Masr was about to speak when he was interrupted by Commander Hafez of Surya: "Fight! Since you refuse to return Damascus, then of course we will use force to take back our land!"

Dulleva had no choice but to shut up.

Wearing a classic gold robe and a Bedouin turban, Captain Joseph's eyes seemed to gleam: "Attack! We must drive all the Zionians back into the sea!"

Arafat's representative: "We reject an agreement that does not include the right of return!"

The Algerian representative said, "At least he has never been defeated by the Zionians even once."

Al-Irag: "Although... well, count us in."

Thus, the Arab countries were divided into two distinct factions, with the exception of Masr and Hashim, the rest of the countries joined in the response.

“Very well,” Prime Minister Hilbert said coldly, looking at the Arab allies whose fighting spirit had been ignited. “Then let’s meet on the battlefield.”

Lu Lin retorted without hesitation: "Then see you in Tel Aviv—I'll personally drive a tank to visit you."

Hilbert was momentarily speechless; this phrase echoed Marshal Rokossov's "See you in Procennia" from years ago.

It also subtly mocks their current behavior as being no different from that of Prosson back then.

Hilbert stared at Lu Lin for a long while before finally saying slowly, "Then I look forward to your performance."

After saying that, he got up and left the venue.

(End of this chapter)